François Jacqmin Translated from the French by Dick Schneider “No forest, and no thought even” “After it had snowed” “There were some moments of the sublime” “I make myself rare and taciturn so that” “The noise” “I am not an author, but a confused” “The cold consumed the sparrows. Their” “Since the frost settled in the orchard” “I had to gather up my own immensity” “I can’t make it to the world, like” “It is not enough to sleep. One must get by” “Day’s end had that perfection” “What would be the triumph spoken” “At twilight, when I look”